Chapter 213 Chapter 211 Operation Blade (4)

Seeing the senior manager of the company's business development department standing in front of him, Zhuang Xuteng's heart dropped. How to fight this? Even if the master is here, the most he can do is escape unscathed. High speed, high explosion, and high damage, three highs in one, a senior manager can penetrate his own chest with just one punch. In this process, Super Calculator and Four Flashes can only let themselves die clearly.

A severe headache appeared in the right temple, as if a metal thorn had been inserted. Zhuang Xuteng covered his head with one hand and bent over in pain. His eyes were blood red and his legs could hardly stand still. The senior manager in front of him turned his wrist and moved his fingers as if he were plucking invisible strings in the air.

"Do you have a headache? This is just a simple beginning. You are too fragile. You can't bear it just like this. It disappoints me so much." The senior manager continued to shake his hands, and the severe headache hit Zhuang Xuteng's nerves like waves. "Don't throw up. It's troublesome to clean up. I hate the smell too. You deserve to die outside, so I allow you to escape from this room."

Zhuang Xuteng had a splitting headache, and it became increasingly difficult for his legs to support the weight of his body. He landed on one knee. When the senior manager took a step closer to him, the headache would get stronger. The pain was irresistible and made him want to run away.

Wanting to escape, not "just" wanting to escape, the key was that Zhuang Xuteng was not overwhelmed by fear and pain. He was still alive, and he had to think about it: escaping was equivalent to being attacked from behind by a senior manager, or it was equivalent to going to the corridor and being besieged by those bodyguards. There was no possibility of survival at all. The only glimmer of hope is that the senior manager can't stand the 2,500-degree heat, that he still has the chance to put his palms of fire on him, and that he doesn't recognize this low-level lock-picking tool.

Zhuang Xuteng moved his feet forward, his headache became more severe, all the nerves in his body were twitching, and he even had the illusion that his whole head was glowing. It was clear that his body could no longer move forward, but he was not incapable of moving forward. The ghost servants emerged from the palms of both hands, formed transparent threads, entangled the palm fire that fell on the ground, and secretly crawled towards the senior manager.

"Death is the only relief from pain." The senior manager took two steps forward, creating more pressure. Zhuang Xuteng yelled, fell backwards, and knocked over the table next to him in a hurry, causing drinks and tea sets to fall all over the floor. The senior manager took a small step to avoid the spilled liquid and container, slowly shook his head, and made a strange sound from his mouth.

He didn't seem to notice the Wraith Servant, or was he pretending not to? Zhuang Xuteng couldn't think about anything more and controlled the servant of the resentful spirit to stick the fire in his palm. Unexpectedly, the fire in the palm penetrated directly through the body of the senior manager, and the ghost servant did not have any feeling of touching the entity.

Hallucination? Zhuang Xuteng stirred, and immediately adjusted the direction of the resentful spirit servant's silk tentacles, and pressed the palm fire that was about to take effect on the metal coffin in the center of the room.

"I bet this is a scam!" Zhuang Xuteng roared as he looked at the bright white dazzling light emitted by the thermite.

The senior manager raised his right hand and made a sword gesture, as if he wanted to kill Zhuang Xuteng. He said slowly: "Now, you can go and s...ah! Ah! What is this!"

The headache immediately began to subside, and the senior manager began to burn from his abdomen, and then turned into a light point in the air and disappeared, leaving only an afterimage on Zhuang Xuteng's cornea - just like the temporary visual damage caused by glancing at the sun. The metal coffin was burned through by the palm fire, and black smoke rose from the white fire. They brought out and diffused the smell of burnt flesh and blood in the coffin. Zhuang Xuteng vaguely heard the dull sound of punches and kicks inside the metal coffin, but he was not sure. After all, his head still hurt and he was still a little dizzy.

After about ten seconds, the dizziness subsided like the tide, and the pain was only a residual feeling of pulsing with the heartbeat. Zhuang Xuteng struggled to stand up again and spat blood on the ground. He was now certain: the senior manager was an illusion whose source was the intelligence officer in the metal coffin.

How did he do it? The senior manager just now was so lifelike, his movements, language and momentum were all so lifelike that Zhuang Xuteng's observation ability didn't find any loopholes. Zhuang Xuteng didn't understand the intelligence officer's ability. If Meteor was here, she could give an explanation: the intelligence officer in the metal coffin used the shadow slave to activate Zhuang Xuteng's fear, allowing him to see the enemy he was most afraid of and thought he could not defeat. All the details of this senior manager were made up by Zhuang Xuteng himself. The level of detail is based on his observation and scene restoration ability. Of course, there are no flaws.

The real attack is actually a headache, and ordinary people simply cannot tolerate that level of nerve stimulation. After a lot of tossing, all the mice on Zhuang Xuteng's body were dead. They were all costing their lives for his survival.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Zhuang Xuteng casually threw a blasting defensive grenade outside. The grenade bounced off the wall opposite the door, causing a scream, and then bounced on the stalls in the corridor. The screams were mixed with the chaotic sounds of kicking and stomping, and then all disappeared in a violent explosion.

At this time, Zhuang Xuteng had already hid in the corner, avoiding the main direction of the shock wave and shrapnel. He estimated that the people outside had to slow down for more than ten seconds before they dared to press forward, and he also thought that the main reason why those people did not rush in before must be the mental attack from the intelligence officer in the metal coffin.

The headache was obviously more intense when close and weaker when far away, which was the effect of most area attacks. Although there was no such attack now, Zhuang Xuteng could not be sure that the enemy in the coffin was dead. In the ten seconds when the people outside did not dare to move, he pushed open the lid of the metal coffin - this time it was really pushed open, not an illusion.

The intelligence officer inside was dead. The thermite burned through the lid of the metal coffin and continued to drip, igniting his abdomen and melting his intestines. There was only a carbonized black "frame" left in his abdomen, and the internal organs in his chest were still burning slowly, showing a wax-like state...

Zhuang Xuteng looked at it and wanted to vomit, so he pulled a palm fire and threw it at the head of the corpse, and then closed the coffin again.

He really didn't expect that there would be a fluttering sound in the coffin again, and there were curses that he didn't understand. At first he thought it was a resurrection, but it took him two full seconds to realize that he had been implanted with hallucinations again. If he hadn't been so kind-hearted just now and wanted to set the corpse on fire directly, so that the intelligence officer would die "decently", he might have really escaped.

The person inside wanted to push open the lid, but Zhuang Xuteng held it down tightly. Once again, the fire shone, and the screams lasted for two seconds and then stopped abruptly. This time he didn't dare to be careless, nor did he dare to look around and aim randomly. He took out the shotgun directly, pointed at the hole burned by thermite on the top cover, and fired two shots inside.

This time he was really dead. After opening the lid of the coffin, Zhuang Xuteng couldn't find a place on the corpse to shoot again. It turned out that the first palm fire did not burn the vitals, and the intelligence officer was barely alive relying on the implanted organs. He stopped attacking the mental area when he found that he couldn't move, only in this way could the people outside come in quickly to solve the danger for him. At the same time, he projected the information that he was dead into Zhuang Xuteng's mind, but he didn't expect Zhuang Xuteng to have such a resolute sense of finishing!

He is a serious person, a very pure mercenary during the execution of the commissioned mission.

With the real death of the intelligence officer, the energy signal level of the surrounding shadow equipment also dropped sharply. Zhuang Xuteng confirmed that he had succeeded, and the next step was to find a way to get out of here. So he grabbed the still burning body, inserted an activated stun grenade into it and threw it out. Several ghost energy bombs flew outside, and the burning body swirled in the air. Zhuang Xuteng quickly closed the door, stopped the supercomputing martial arts, and used his arm shield to cover the hole left after the door lock was burned through.

The next moment after the stun grenade exploded, Zhuang Xuteng restarted the supercomputing martial arts, opened the door and went out, using a shotgun to clear the way. Four guys became like sculptures under the effect of the stun grenade, and the shotgun sent them to the west directly. From this, Zhuang Xuteng opened the way to the stairwell and started running up now!

The narrow stairwell and the reciprocating spiral staircase did not test the accuracy of the battle here. There was not much difference between a shotgun or a shadow gun. Whoever fired first would win, and the fast reaction speed was the specialty of the supercomputing martial arts. As a defender, it is not easy to prepare range-killing weapons in your own building, but Zhuang Xuteng has no such concerns. If he only encounters one or two, he will be the first to shoot. Anyway, the range of the shotgun is suppressed on one side, and no matter how many people are on the opposite side, they will be beaten together. If there are a lot of people up there, he will use handheld stun grenades. Unless there is confidence that they can withstand the effect of stun grenades, no one dares to show their heads casually.

The gunshots were loud on the fourth floor and echoed on the fifth floor, but there were no gunshots on the eighth floor. Instead, there were the sounds of axes swinging through the air and the screams of human bodies being broken. When Zhuang Xuteng heard this sound, he knew that Dao Ge was still alive and still fighting, but he didn't know if he was deceived by the intelligence officer's illusion and whether he had the good habit of insisting on finishing off the enemy. This matter is also Liuxing's fault. She is also an intelligence officer. Why didn't she remind him that there was such an attack method?

Zhuang Xuteng killed his way to the sixth floor and encountered an ambush at the corner of the stairs. Before he showed his head, a ghost energy bullet shot from the direction of the fire safety door, whizzed past his hair, and smashed into the wall. Zhuang Xuteng raised his shotgun, without aiming, and shot blindly. At this moment, Supercomputing Four Flashes reminded him that the attack was coming.

It was a very fast woman. After testing Zhuang Xuteng's reaction speed with two shots, she started from the corridor door, crossed the twelve steps, and pounced on him. Zhuang Xuteng couldn't see her movements, but the four flashes of the Shadow Eye could capture a series of shadow energy signals, forming a rough image in his mind: the woman stepped on the walls and steps of the corridor while flying, so as to adjust her posture. She stretched out her hands, trying to grab the shotgun barrel, and it is very likely that she would use the pulling force to turn around near the bottom step, so as to continue to attack Zhuang Xuteng on the other side of the corner.

The shotgun must not be given to her! Zhuang Xuteng immediately retracted his weapon and avoided her flying grasp. I thought this would make the woman lose her balance, but she grabbed the handrail of the stairs, turned her body around, and got through the triangular gap between the staggered steps, still able to continue chasing Zhuang Xuteng.

Zhuang Xuteng finally saw the attacker, or to be more precise, two long black legs were clamping towards his neck in a scissors shape.

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